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The joggers glare at my kids as though I'm needlessly lugging tiny adorable biohazards on my daily walk

Sophie White


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Sophie White

Sophie White

Sophie White

Another week in confinement saw new measures being introduced. An Taoiseach has said he doesn't like the phrase 'lockdown' as a concept. Perhaps because it sounds punitive, unlike the cosy little re-brand of isolation now better known as cocooning. Still, I wish we could lean in to the severity of our situation if only to dissuade the packs of kids and joggers roaming my local park and slinking past my little wagon train of kid, bike, pram, toddler and newborn clung to my chest in his stretchy wrap.

"Can you give us a bit of space please?" gets me the finger from "the youths" while the joggers glare at my kids as though I'm needlessly lugging tiny adorable biohazards on my daily 2km loop - which in a way I guess I am, though it is far from needless, it is a sanity-preserving non-negotiable. Parents of young kids will know.

Of course, I'm as tetchy - okay, unhinged - as anyone else. Another walker strays near me in the deserted park and I shriek: "Are you f**king kidding me?! You could go anywhere in this whole bloody place."


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